the world disappeared beneath those nonchalant skies and waning moonlight... [ this one makes no sense ]
Lost syllables, lost love letters, swept away into a coma of endless time.
“In the lion’s den, petals fall and smiles scream.”
Mirror poetry; wishes on petals: an innovative retelling about the Mad Hatter.
“Ember amber, do not condone — o’ bare bruises fire!”
A villanelle for @wafflecatz ‘s “Fire Contest” on the prompt ‘Ashes’.
A little rain then Sun, save us a seat for two.
From https://linktr.ee/crookedheights
I'm definitely not healing.
the art used was artist kelogsloops! definitely not mine!
Let me know if I should make this a series, guys. I had a blast writing it
the world disappeared beneath those nonchalant skies and waning moonlight... [ this one makes no sense ]
Lost syllables, lost love letters, swept away into a coma of endless time.
“In the lion’s den, petals fall and smiles scream.”
Mirror poetry; wishes on petals: an innovative retelling about the Mad Hatter.
“Ember amber, do not condone — o’ bare bruises fire!”
A villanelle for @wafflecatz ‘s “Fire Contest” on the prompt ‘Ashes’.
A little rain then Sun, save us a seat for two.
From https://linktr.ee/crookedheights
I'm definitely not healing.
the art used was artist kelogsloops! definitely not mine!
Let me know if I should make this a series, guys. I had a blast writing it